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GIANTS
©Gary Bowman There’s a place that I love, Beyond tempestuous seas Where stand ancient groves, Of towering redwood trees Where dappled light shines, Through old-growth canopy It’s there I find, Peace and tranquility Look up at these giant trees, Noble, and tall And gaze silently, In awe From moist forest floor, Shrouded in mystic fog Midst trillium blooms, slugs, salamanders and frogs Huge cinnamon trunks, From moss and ferns, arise! With outstretched limbs, Reach up, and touch the sky Look up at these giant trees, Noble, and tall And gaze silently, In awe Where are they now? Where have they gone? These Giants that roamed , From Big Sur to Or-e-gon Where are they now? Where have they gone? Felled by the ax, They built our cities and towns Where are they now? Where have they gone? The old ones have passed, Others will carry on |
